C Me Driftin....

So getting up this morning proved even more difficult than expected...hehe
I got up at 7:30, hastily put on whatever casual clothing was nearest to me and waited for MissSecretary and her bf Holden to come pick me up. Unfortunately this lasted 5mins before i was back on the pillow dreaming of the sleep i could have had today...then the doorbell rang...time to leave for the hour trip to Mallala to watch all the beautifully modified and sometimes ridiculous entrants in the competition slide their car all over the racetrack in the efforts to impress the judges with the amount their back tyres were smoking baby!
I took my pillow with me as we drove back towards Holden's house to pick up another car enthusiast WannabeGangsta. After that we were on our way with Fresh blaring at an ungodly hour of the morning. Now i know ur reading MelbSexMachine and before u beat me down with a stick for having the music blarring let alone at 8:30 in the morning, let me say there was a reason!!! Holden's car doesnt have 5th gear and 4th left us with this unusually loud droaning noise so we cranked the beats to at least have a less annoying loud droaning noise.

We got to this creepy, somewhat resembling the nearby (wellknown for its banks town) Snowtown, country 'gathering' called Mallala. The practises were already underway at the motorway. I know what ur thinking...exactly wat i did this morning....who the fuk gets up here this time on a sat morning let alone be able to drift their car successfully? Car freaks, rev heads, enthusiasts, mentally insane, whatever u want to call them...something i am quite quickly becoming...sorry dad!

After about 2 hrs of them cruising round this track fuking up their tred, changing god knows how many tyres, fixing god knows how many body kits and repairing clutches, gearboxes etc the competition got underway. There were originally 40 'watch me take this sideways' contestants and it kept getting narrowed down till the last 2 who went for sudden death.
Got to say the selection was quite fine, u had ur typical drift cars like skylines, 200's, 180's, 300's, silvias, sil80s, and there were also a few rx7's, holdens, 1 FORD, corolla's, datsuns and even a Rolls Royce! My favs had to be the fluro pink 200 named 'little pink biatch', red 200, red R32, white R31 (surprising for me), VL Calais and the much underestimated VB commodore.

After the initial hit to the back kit of the red R33 there were no more accidents but Alot of mechanical failures. The commentators were something to listen to as well, apart from one of them clearly getting the skylines models wrong everytime there was this chinese commentator that i think arranged the whole event. The only reason i mention him is because he had the voice of a 5yr old trying to talk seriously about these muscle machines. If anyone has listened to the 12th man he sounds like the commentator that cant pronounce his S's....exactly like it!

So yes the selection was narrowing and the racing was becoming viscous! It got to the final 6 and the selection was all nissans, with an R32 and R33, 180, 200 and silvia...which makes it 5...so what was the other??? Yep this VB commodore!!!!!!! It was caining everyone!!!!! Much to the disgust of all jap lovers out there..u know who i mean!
So yes all these jap mods spent G's doin their cars up to perform and even against one of the fastest R33's in Aus this VB that the driver woulda got for like a grand was killing him!!! All unitl one mistake which got the VB disqualified and it was a sea of red jap for the rest of the day.

So the winner of the day???


A very nicely presented, very nicely driven red 200sx with more stickers on it than a yr7 skool girls diary! Well done...saw the car... was a piece of work....

and to the special guest commentator, the fastest and best female drifter in Aus, u are now officially my new idol!!!!! That will be me!!!!!

Oh Wat A Nite...

Ahhhh Friday how i luv u! I decided to show up to my social studies lesson (late) today even tho i had not even started the currently due assignment. This lasted all of about 20mins as the much respected teacher NevaADeadLine read an article to us about the termoils in Burma at the moment. To my surprise for a friday i actually listened in and was quite intrigued by the story. Then MissItalianCutie, UrHowOld and RedSquare proceeded to lie about goin to the library an headed for smokers area instead. Yet again, as so often wen we sit in the smokers area, the conversation turned to sex. This one was not as traumatising or deemed socially inappropriate , as most of the other ppl sitting around walked past to give their input. But us three were chatting away for well over an hour on pretty much any querie we had on the opposite sex... UrHowOld wanted to know what sort of noises girls liked out of guys and me and RedSquare were trying to get an answer to a very long searched question...do men grow hair on their balls or around? Lets say we got our answer...hehe
As educational as this pathetic cover up for sexual frustration within the group was i had to be off to meet OMGThatSmile in town to shop for DaGreekGoddess' 18th pressie. UrHowOld wanted to join as he quite firmly believed that i was buying her a sex toy. Wrong. I did proceed to buy her a book titled 'Drive Him Crazy: 100 Sex Tips 4 Women', something i am starting to believe all men should be having a look at.
It wasnt till i got the book out on the drive home that i realised i had picked up the wrong book of the same name...this was the male version all about how to go down on a chick and the (I think should be compulsory to learn in high skool) 'Grind' and/or 'figure 8'. Oh well have to have another embarassing encounter with the sales guy....

So anyways after this MissItalianCutie headed home for wat was a delicious ravioli bolognese made by the BigBoss. I then got ready to head out with RedSquare to a VERY out of the way place called The Vic. This was so i could catch up with my mr.nice guy friend Speakerboxxx and my long-term internet buddy Undy whom i have spoken to for over a yr now, know alot about, lives 3 streets away from me but had never met. Strange he introduced me to Speakerboxxx on msn and within a couple weeks i had met him but still no Undy!
Well after driving for a good 40mins to get to this 'surrounded by a giant paddock' revamped pub i introduced RedSquare to Speakerboxxx who then informed me that Undy was still not there yet! Strike one Undy! Haha...
So we drank (well i had red bull...damned designated driver), danced a little and then finally the man of the moment arrived! Was unbelievable to finally see the face of this tall good-looking man who i had to drive to other side of town to see despite him being no more than 5 mins walk from me!

So the nite was mad...i loved The Vic and i have to say SpeakerBoxxx's and Undy's mates were pretty cool too, except for StareBoy, he creeped me out for u can guess what. We all danced to some very main stream but still classics such as California Love, Bust a Move, Diirty, Boom Boom Shake the Room, alot of outkast and black eyed peas (MissItalianCutie's fav!) and hey there was even some local talent J-Wess and Hilltop Hoods in there. This was a change from the usual pub scene which u can hear such beats as The Holy Grail, U2, What About Me and any INXS track. Granted it is born with any true australian the automatic knowledge of the lyrics to The Holy Grail.

As the nite grew closer to an end Undy went missing with an unknown party....hehe...or so he thinks! Only playing! MissItalianCutie was talking to Speakerboxxx and he fessed up that he liked RedSquare and asked if i would mind him goin for her! Weird...ofcourse not! But as me and him had been talking about the past week his picking up skills are not defined as he always comes across as the best friend type...why?....cause hes mr. nice guy. So we got a booth to sit in which somewhat made the nite a little more 'intimate' and i sat next to a new found friend Cyprian. we got along well and i felt quite comfortable chilling with him for the rest of the nite. On the other side Speakerboxxx was pulling some suttle little moves on RedSquare to suss her interest out....this progressed as the nite went on and at times had me and Cyprian in histerics at how blatently obvious it was getting. He didnt get the kiss he wanted..well..not exactly but i have to say Speakerboxxx i give u at least a 15 out of 10 on effort...u went ur hardest son and its a good beginning to getting on ur way to becoming the pick up machine!

After dropping Cyprian home to a suburb which is like a secret city in the middle of nowhere, me and RedSquare dropped past 'Macca's' to abuse Paul for his surprise tactics and get a much waited for Chicken Foccacia.

So i got home about 5ish and realised i had to be up at 7:30 the next morning to head to Mallala for the drift comps....dear god...

Tarot Readings

ok....im freaked out!!!!!!!
A old friend of MissItalianCutie's and a new edition to this page, J-Very-Lo, was talkin to me tonite about her recent card reading... Now me and her havent been as close of late, i think cause everyones lives are sorta heading different directions now...but i still luv ya girl!
Anyways this came across as strange to me as she is also an italian friend of mine and her family is somewhat even more traditional than mine. Anyone out there familiar with the rituals of an italian family will know that we are highly superstitious and quite stubborn at times with our beliefs...
For example we have the typical 'dont walk under ladders', 'dont cross the path of a black cat' stuff like that. Probably not so widely believed that if u believe u are cursed u grab a bowl of water and bend ur finger over it and drop some olive oil (how ethnic) over ur finger and let it run down to ur knuckle and drop into the bowl. Let only one drop fall and if the drop falls in one blob then u are not cursed, if it spreads into 3-4 then u are. Always a classic my italian teacher would scare the hell out of us with.
But also wogs have a superstition about getting ur future told, its a BIG no no. They dont believe that fate should be toyed with and to get ur cards read is sort of playing god to them and is seen as bad luck. So this baffled me as to why she went...but she didnt care as i probably would not either as im not really a practising 'God has put the fear of everything into me' nonna.
The only thing that would stop me is finding out abotu death, i dont want soemthing like that playing on my mind....god like life isnt stressful enuf! haha

So yeh she went to this reading and tonite was telling me of some of the findings....seriously....some fkn freaky shit came out of that and anyone who knows stuff about J-Very-Lo's life will agree.
She asked if she had a friend called me (MissItalianCutie) and said ur not as close to her as u used to be are u? U should give her a call... that was the beginning, things got even better than that but i wont go into details as it will not have any meaning to u guys....just trust me on it...

So yeh it got down to look out for a Red Commodore, dont go driving in one around Virginia, Port Wakefield Rd or the hills cause its gonna have an accident...Now if this is as true as everything else she has said then fuk me if im getting in a red commodore anytime soon! Then i thought closer about it and realised that a very close, dear friend to me Ecko, his besty friend drives a red commodore so i proceeded to call him straight away with an over-paranoid tone to warn him to not step within 10 feet of that car as i didnt want anything to happen to him...let alone any of my other friends.

So i thought how true are these ppl?? I kow alot are full of crap but what if there are some ppl out there that have this paranormal talent?? I mean wen i was little my parents used to tell me that i could see auras and that i was pretty accurate, so maybe this little italian cutie will end up in south georgia whining on the street 'ur gonna die!' God help me! I wonder if i can still see them??? hmmm

Hold up im gonna go do this olive oil test...see if anyones cursed me of late...and if they have i know exactly who u r!!!!! haha joking...hold on a min...

waiting...

waiting... (quite aggrevating thinking music starts to play)

NO! One Blob! MissItalianCutie has not been cursed! She is saved for another day...


ps. if anyone else i know has a reading and something interesting comes up...u beta contact me!

Half-assed Friends

Last nite MissItalianCutie ventured out to the 15yr old nitelife scene more commonly known as The Parade with a much valued friend of hers...CantSayNo. We decided to have a nite of Lasagne, Calzone, cake and the much adored (possibly stalked) Angelina Jolie.

Bravo's is a great restaurant, in the heart of this somewhat main st. A small menu but everything on it is 'mwa!'. It is sort of the restaurant that ppl go to wen they have out grown the very popular, very sleazy orgy fest that is Cafe Buongiornos. It is known for a fact that 80%+ of the employees there are currently or have screwed one or more of the other employees... Boys take note.

Got to say dinner was fantastic, the conversation was mainly to do with my bro, WilliamsF1, and the man of the moment.....Igor. We laughed, we ate, I bagged out the 'FullyKillas' that came to sit next to us then we headed off to see the one i had been waiting for.....Angelina...grrrrrr ;)
Its safe to say that all ppl i know or have come acroos think she is the ultimate, guys and girls the world over are infatuated with the daughter of my father's idol....John Voight.

A fantastic movie! A couple of moments had MissItalianCutie jumping out of her skin, and CantSayNo stating...
'That just took a couple yrs off me!'
A highlight, as lesbian as it sounds (but i dont care...its Angelina), was the scene where she gets it on with Ethan Hawke and he quite visably pulls aside her robe....grrrrr perfect!

So to the point of this post....Wen we were sitting down at the restaurant some old skool friends of MissItalianCuties walked in... wen i say old i mean last yr from yr 12...After high skool i sort of dropped all friends that werent really close to me cause to be frank i got sick of the ppl that i had just spent 5 yrs, some 10, socialising with at skool. Unfortunately this included my best friend but she didnt realise that it was alot earlier than she thinks, mainly because she wasnt at all the person i thought i was friends with, she was evil....pure evil.
So yeh these girls walked in and i already knew the convo we would have....hi, how r u....what u doin these days...liek we actually cared wat the other was doing. I started to think about it and i was rite with wat i did at the end of last yr....i didnt want to have half-assed friends anymore so stuck with the ones i was close to.
I didnt want to talk to these girls and had no interest in the happenings of their lives anymore, plus these were the girls that were famous for talking so u didnt want to get involved anyway. All four of them still have not got rid of that 'HighSkoolMentality'. I already know that they'll be having a field day seeing me with a guy who they will immediately assume is my bf....wrong...if anything i used to see his friend thats about it.
It shits me that by this weekend all old skool mates will know my life story all over again...well what they have decided is my life story, blatently made up by and ex best friend and that this will start more meaningless, half-assed convo's with anyone i happen to bump into next.

Sorry to bitch, but these were the ppl that shitted me for so long and i had to be tolerant simply because they were skool mates but now im out i really couldnt give a f**k. All my friends now are extremely close to me and valued more than gold. A few are from skool and they are the ones that i really got along with as this yr has proved, but the rest i have met in the past 5 months and im loving it. Its been a big change in half a yr and i wouldnt trade it for the world and would certainly not go back to the group i used to know. I have met maybe over 50 new ppl this yr and probably have a bigger friendship base than knowing all 90 of the yr7's in primary skool.
Not to mention that the ppl i know now have no interest in petty shit like last yr, they dont need to know everything and they certainly dont make judgements over just seeing me hang out with someone...for all they know he could have been my cousin...but would that matter??? no...they would probably start saying im dating my cousin....yuk, grow up. Alrite thats enuf on u guys, ur chapter is read.

After all this CantSayNo dropped me home in his quite nice Civic and i went inside to have numerous conversations on the phone to DaGreekGoddess, Cloudy and very unexpectedly Lucky. Let me explain, Lucky is a guy who wen i was in Melb with some mates a few months back, we decided to go to the very well-known club Heat in the Crown. We found our bar lady Virginia and she ensured our severe drunkeness that nite. As this weird looking Italian tried to pick up one of my mates, the other HeyGuy dared me to get as many no's as i could. This ethnic cutie picked up 6 that nite and Lucky was one of them...I dont remember much, i remember him staring at us as we came in and watching us on the dance floor, so i thought him a suitable candidate, well a sealed deal really. I walked over, sat next to him to his shock and amazement and talked to him for a bit about what he does and wen im heading back to Adelaide. Then i just came out with it....grabbed his no and either kissed him and walked off or just got up and left...not too sure about the fine details...he says i did my freinds say i did nothing.

So yes, i cant actually really remember wat he looks like, but he is nice on the phone, a bit of a 'fullykilla' but we will see wen i return to Melb soon with Speakerboxxx....fingers crossed my judgement wasnt that bad that nite...

NO IGOR!!!!!!!!!! :(

Anyone in Australia who has been watching the current BigBrother will understand my pain. Last nite was the first nominations and my beloved Igor scored the most votes at 17.
I was emotional for a few minutes there, i knew they would vote him because they cant handle having anyone different, its a threat to the everyday standard routine....and a threat to the $million!

MissItalianCutie has previously stated her admiration for this large, hulky macedonian with a slight flem issue but this has moved to the next level now. After watching last nites nominations and the feeling i got wen i saw Igor's face wen BB called out his name has left my speechless. I luv this man!

If i was in the BB house i wouldnt hook up with anyone as to pay respect to my much admired father BigBoss and the fact i dont fancy all my friends, excluding DaWogs watching me take out my sexual frustration to some other lucky BB housemate. Igor on the other hand is another question. If i was in that house i would have no problems with the cameras watching, my crush is that bad. Sad i know....
Aphrodite, even the annoying whiny cow she is, i dont want her to leave either....mainly because she is interesting to watch....we get rid of these ppl and BB will go the same way and become boring at the end....

But i tell u this now to anyone reading this that knows me....If Igor gets evicted this week instead of that Tess or whatever her name is, then i will no doubt be inconsolable for quite a few days...and there better be DaWogs standing at my door within half hour of the eviction with my much loved Strawberry Mousse.

Any votes to get Tess out and keep Igor in will be greatly appreciated!!!!! MWA!!!!!!!

Who Can U Trust These Days???

It was brought to my attention yesterday as i was visiting a to remain nameless person that ppl these days have no trust. And quite rightly so...
As we chatted away about how many ppl we knew of cheating in the past, say month, we started to realise that the concept of relationships and 'marriage' are meaning less and less these days. The concept of being faithful and till death do u part are just part of a tradition and hold as much credibility today as Santa Claus.

So why is these days that we cannot and quite obviously do not keep it in our pants?? Even celebrities are not safe from this trend....Britney cheated on Justin, Mik Cage and Lisa Marie divorced after what 9 months? God knows how many marriages Drew Barrymore has had, and Demi Moore marrying a guy that her daughter would have up on her wall...wtf??

Ppl i find are getting married or settled down too fast these days, it was alright say 50-100 yrs ago because thats what life was based around, especially for women. Their job was to find a suitable husband after they left highschool, university wasnt really an option and a career woman wasnt even heard of... not today....

There is so much more to consider, women have lives now and can quite easily live without a husband, life is becoming more stressful and alot harder to work around ur own schedule let alone considering someone elses. Having a large family is becoming too expensive and too time consuming for most ppl not to mention detrimental to their career so alot are choosing to not have kids or to have them quite late.

So with all these stresses u would think the idea of a serious relationship or even marriage would not be appealing to the masses....but it still is...and it keeps failing....why do we keep falling in the trap??? Divorce rates in Australia were at 55,300 in 2000, the highest in 20 yrs...

Why? Because we still have this romanticism in us....not helped by the movies u see that show picture perfect endings. We still have that belief in us that we will find that one, and that we would do anything for them, and would spend the rest of our lives happily with them... unfortunately 6 months into it u start to realise that this big hulk u wake up to every morning isnt the guy u met at that bar. This is wen cheating comes into it.

No one wants to be lonely, even today, so the need to be in something substantial is obvious, but wen we start to realise the person we are with is not our knight in shining armour we dont opt for getting out....we just simply look for a second opinion...so to speak.

And why not?? Stay in a relationship so there is someone there wen u need them, and for looks sake but at the same time have ur fun with a third party? Sounds perfect...not. We as a society have become quiet self centered despite our efforts to reassure ourselves we're not, and so we are considering others feelings less and less... We dont think about the consequences because we simply believe that we wont get caught...and besides....isnt forbidden sex so much better???

Our quest to find our Romeo or Juliet is getting us in some deep shite and is making ppl foolishly think they are in love enough to get married...wen in reality the only love they have is wrapped in a little latex glove...

R U Peaking Yet???

At break today MissItalianCutie, RedSquare and LittleRedFerrari were goin over some of their drama lines wen RedSquare brought out her Cosmo mag. This monthly magazine full of stereotyped 'youth issues' and all u need to know about the opposite sex has been of great comfort to the masses of adolescent, insecure ladies out there.

She went directly to an article titled 'r u peaking yet?'. Pretty much an article on the wonderful abyss we call the vagina and how to work it properly....as i guessed majortiy of the article stresses the practise ofdouble-clicking ur mouse.

As i was sitting there enjoying my Giant balfours Sausage roll she opened to a page of the appropriately classed sealed section. In the corner it had a quite graphic drawing of a girl with her legs open quite comfortably pushing apart her...sorry to be blunt....flaps....ewwwww.
You could see everything in detail and yes it was all labeled...Wat i think is strange is that there is a hood of skin over the Clitoris making it even harder for men to find it! Like they need it any harder! God why do u mock us??? Why do u not want us to have pleasure...its almost like ur teasing us by saying it's there but u aint gonna find it...hehehehe

And the existance of the 'G-Spot'. Is it actually there? From reports i have heard it is somewhat shaped like a jelly bean or that its a little bump right up the back....god knows! From experience i can say that mine hasnt been hit but was close to once...well....i think....The day i find out it does exist I will be parading down Rundle St sporting the biggest, 'im completely satisfied' smile on my face singing 'My Neck, My Back.'

So this article was pretty much telling women to stand up and fight for their right to have a mind-blowing orgasm and that men the world over should be taking out the time to ensure that this happens. Guys i understand ur pain, god is making it even harder for u by hiding the damn thing but seriously, a little tender touch, a little forplay, a little variation and maybe even (not for the young at heart) a little 'Who's ur daddy?' hahahah yuk im grossing myself out now...im out

ciao

Alrite Listen Up Igor Haters!!!!

I dont know if it has been brought to ur attention yet but MissItalianCutie's love for wogs is obvious, since i am one. But lets get one thing clear....my love is with their looks mainly, one thing i can not stand is the wog mentality.

Now i hang with Italians and greeks mainly, and have known to date a few yes....but these are the few that i have found that have a normal mentality, not this 'i have double the amount of hair on me so that means double the amount of chicks' personality! I hate there self reassurnace and the undeserving self confidence they seem to all posess simply because their last name ends in a vowel or 'ous'. They have this chip int heir brain that seems to tell them that any chick would die to hook up with them and that saying hey lets go for a drive to 'Windy Point' is a sealed deal.

Dont get me wrong, there are descent wogs out there, such as the girls in DaWogs, Ecko, DLAMLT and other ppl i know, but these stereotypes just fuk me off wen they try to act descent wen all it is is a ploy to get u to hook up anyway...

So why does MissItalianCutie have such an obsession with the BigBrother house mate Igor i hear u ask?
Igor is the stereotypical wog that i have described above really, so my infactuation with him makes no sense not even to me....
I think maybe it is because he has a part of so many wogs ive met all rolled into one...he is every cliche that wogs have...but at the same time he does have morals and is family orientated....maybe i really love wat i usually hate...god sounding a little like Romeo and Juliet??? God no cause that means everything would go perfect me and Igor would get married but then we would die...NO!!!!!!!!!

Most men i have talked to hate him and give me shit for it all the time...but i am standing by this Macedonian, receeding hairline of a man, he is big, he is bewdiful and he will be mine!!!

ciao

Just A Thought...

A friend of mine SpeakerBoxxx just had a philosophy on life and it hit me pretty hard...the more i think about it the more it relates and becomes so true...
he said that theres 2 things that control us in life.....Your Attitude...and other ppl's Attitudes towards u!
It has stuck with me and is a little soemthing to think about before bed...nite

What the hell is Break Up Sex??? Cloudy explain???

Alrite, i was sitting at home quietly watching some compulsory BB UpLate. My obsession with the 'fully sick, dont raise ur voice to me' Victorian Igor is quiet unhealthy and not understood by majority of my friends.

Suddenly a new found friend of mine Cloudy came on msn and it was late but we were bored...he only lives like 2 streets from me so he headed over in his little yellow beast which is really a smaller version of mine and we sat outside talking. As i sat looking half eskimo in my much loved J-Lo jacket and some very stylish palyboy PJ pants Cloudy was telling me of his life in Tassie. He told me of one of his ex's that went a little hay-wire and he broke it off to save it. This was all understandable to me until he mentioned that they had break up sex before she left....this didnt sit with me, infact i found trouble breathing from laughter, the visuals were hilarious!

Please someone tell me...how does this come about? Wen im breaking up with someone the last thing running thru my mind is how much i want to fuk them again, one last time. If im the one iniciating then im definately not thinking of that, im more worried about hurting them as little as possible. If they are doin it then i want to cry or hit them more than anything. But no, not Cloudy. The sexual tension must have been that great telling them ur leaving that it happened to just slip in. But from he said it was nothing special just like every other time....I DONT GET IT!!!!! haha

Wat happens after? Like wen u get up wat can u possibly say except...ummm so i guess i'll see u round?. i know they say to go out with a bang, but seriously i think the only time i will understand this concept is the day it happens to me....so wen that day of judgement comes expect a big blog with a detailed explanation of the Need 2 Know of Break Up Sex for Dummies....

Im out to watch more Igor...
Ciao Ragazzi